On the evening of May 1, 1917, some youngsters delivering a May basket in the tony summer enclave of Biddeford Pool were met not with kisses but snarls.
A Portland theater director choreographs a dance piece for philistines (or just Gnarls Barkley fans).
With ’Skeeter Skidaddler, Allen Pollock has reimagined insect repellent as an attractive natural fragrance.
Stamp-happy Mainers celebrate the centennial of Maine Postcard Day (surely you’ve heard of it).
Bangor booze merchant (and secret operatic powerhouse) Eric Mihan joins the pros for the Bangor Symphony Orchestra’s production of La Bohème.
Want to be a surefire winner of Maine’s next essay giveaway scheme? Try this foolproof template.
If Jeremiah was a bullfrog, he would be a good friend of Paul’s — never mind how loud he was at night.
A new book for young teens traces the life of Edna St. Vincent Millay.
Sarah Cellier scours Maine’s thrift and antique shops for rare haute couture to please a growing (and international) clientele.
Blooming forsythia, the smell of thawing Maine earth, no more parking bans — what harbinger of spring do you most look forward to?
Three decades ago, Maine’s loon population was in freefall. Now the birds are doing so well that we’re about to start exporting them.
By winter’s end (even in a weirdly warm year like this one), we Mainers have gotten pretty good at making our own fun. And what better way to entertain ourselves (and salute the spring) than with a friendly wager on when the ice will disappear on the nearest lake?